No Way Around It

by Elayne S. Venton

  No, no… She clenched her buttocks, afraid as well as enthralled.

  “Do you wish to please me, Vonna?”

  She eyed the plug, begging him with her eyes not to stuff it in her ass, but failed to voice her refusal. Why, she didn’t know, although it might have something to do with the hunger in her pussy.

  Yale waited for an answer. She parted her lips to speak but she couldn’t tell him what he wanted to hear. Of course, she wanted to please him, but at her expense? “Yale… I…”

  His expression didn’t change but disappointment muted the glow in his eyes. “I am your master. Address me correctly or I’ll bring Fifa in here and pleasure her instead. She’ll show you how a submissive acts properly.”

  The command in his voice cut her to the bone. More provoking, the threat of the pretty, collared female standing spread eagle in Vonna’s place made her fingers curl into claws. “Yes. Master. I…” She licked her lips nervously.

  He dragged the quivering butt plug from her pussy back to her butt hole. The vibration rumbled deep into her cunt. Cool, thick liquid spurted at her sphincter.

  Her breath hitched. “Sir!”

  “Relax, my sweet.” With a quick glance at the remote in his hand, he shut off the vibration. The reprieve was short-lived, though. He pressed forward, and she could feel the top ring of the “ice cream cone” slip inside.

  “No, please.”

  Another squirt of lubricant spilled out the top, inside her, and the next ring eased in. It didn’t hurt but it felt odd. She bit the inside of her cheek as the next two rings, each a little bigger than the last, slid inside, stretching her hole until it burned, and then at last, it was seated. The pressure astounded her.

  A tide of emotions swept through her -- embarrassment, helplessness, depravity, wantonness, and finally, acceptance.

  Yale turned the base so the extended flaps sat comfortably above and below the opening.

  Vonna let out a ragged breath.

  Yale brushed her hair from her cheek and gave her a brief kiss on the lips. “Another passage in your journey well done. You shall be rewarded.” He nuzzled her cleavage, kissing the inner curve of her uplifted breasts. “And so shall I.” With a quick tug, he flipped down her bra cups. “Oh, yes.”

  His mouth devoured her breasts, there was no other way to describe it. With wide-open kisses, he explored the curve of each globe, stopping occasionally to suckle an arbitrary spot. It didn’t take him long to lick his way to a nipple. Just as he closed his hot mouth over the tip, he clicked on the butt plug’s vibrator.

  “Aaieee!” Vonna nearly came on the spot.

  He sucked harder and increased the vibration.

  Vonna’s nails bit into her palms. She curled her toes. Her cunt spasmed. She threw her head back and it clunked lightly on the pole, but she barely noticed.

  The vibration decreased to a dull throb. Yale switched to the other breast, swirling his tongue around and around the areola at the same time he increased the vibration. Higher. Higher.

  “Suck it!” she screamed, clenching her muscles tight.

  With a low chuckle, Yale latched on, sucking hard.

  The darting ache in her breast shot to her groin. The tightness swirling inside her cunt bordered on pain. She was going to come.

  Yale suddenly let go. The vibrations stilled.

  “No, no. Please, don’t stop. Yale. Master. Please.” She thrust her breasts up and her hips out.

  He ignored her, pushing a sequence of buttons on the mini-remote, and then he traded it for the flogger he’d left on the hook.

  “Do you want to come, my sweet?”

  “Yes. Yes, please.”

  He stared at her, his gaze hot and hungry.

  She felt cold, empty, without his touch.

  Her body jerked as the butt plug slowly began to vibrate once more. He’d preprogrammed it. For how long? Ohgod. Ohgod. “Fuck me, Master. Now. Don’t leave me hanging like this.”

  He smiled at her choice of words. “Come on now, you can beg better than that.”

  Vonna turned her face away. Damn him. How much groveling did he want? Vibrations rumbled into her cunt, redirecting her irritation into longing.

  “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

  He asked the question while he brushed the flogger over her breasts so she wasn’t sure if he referred to the soft hide strips or the butt plug. Regardless, she nodded.

  “You will not speak again until I tell you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Master.” The light swats on her breasts pumped the blood through her veins faster.

  The pulsation in her ass increased and Yale swung a little harder. She grunted, but said nothing more. Her breasts throbbed where the leather hit her. It was strangely pleasant.

  Yale waited, watching her, his hard cock thrust upward.

  As the vibration in her ass slowed, he slapped the flogger across her breasts again, and again.

  She lifted her chin away from the flailing strips and closed her eyes. Yes. The pain feels good.

  “Ah!” The last strike really hurt, but then settled into a tingly burn that made her nipples ache. She thrust out her hips. Turn up the vibration! I need it. I want more. More!

  She inhaled harshly as a swing caught her in the ribs. Then her belly. Her cunt was weeping.

  How did she get to this place where pain spiked her pulse? She panted as if she’d run for an hour.

  Her hips rocked as she squeezed the butt plug tighter and tighter. The vibrations inside her climbed slowly but steadily now. Yale struck her thighs and she jerked with a spasm of pleasure-pain. The swats lightened as he worked his way back up to her breasts.

  She wanted the slap of the leather strips now. She wanted to fuck the butt plug. She wanted Yale inside her. She wanted everything. A long loud soulful moan slipped through her lips.

  “If you have something to say to me, say it now,” Yale said, swinging the flogger hard at her hip.

  Vonna inhaled sharply. “Please, Master. My pussy is yours.”

  “That’s right. Now come. I want to see cream dripping from your cunt.”

  Nothing would please her more, except the feel of his cock plunging inside her. Why did he deny her? “Master!”

  “Hush! I told you to come.”

  With each lash of the flogger, she floated higher, out of herself, into euphoria. The buzz of the butt plug shuddered up into her belly. She was strung tight and yet she felt totally relaxed.

  She came. At first, she barely noticed the swift unraveling inside her cunt, and then it hit her in a powerful wave of sensual overload. With a loud gasp, desire burst from within. Her whole body shook.

  His chest heaving as mightily as hers, Yale took a big step backward, as if he were afraid she might literally explode.

  The vibration in her butt decreased, and yet she couldn’t stop the quivering in her legs. Even when the buzzing stopped, her body trembled.

  Her skin was on fire. Her nipples ached.

  She never felt so good.

  By force of will, she lifted her heavy eyelids and looked at Yale. He stared back, his eyes wide, his face pale. “Master,” she whispered.

  He collapsed to his knees.

  Chapter Seven

  Hit by exhaustion and wonder, Yale’s heartbeat thundered in his chest. He dropped the flogger clenched in his hand, sat back on his haunches, and stared at Vonna’s heaving breasts in a daze. Holy shit. The sensual tease he’d planned on the spur of the moment had evolved into one hot session. Had this truly been her first bondage experience? Her intense reaction blew him away. And the way she called him Master hit him hard in the solar plexus.

  From her neck to her calves, Vonna’s skin glowed a light pink. The damp black curls on her pussy glistened with the proof of her orgasm, and still he couldn’t believe it.

  “Yale?” Worry laced her voice. “Are you all right?”

  Hell, no. I want to leave you bound to that pole forever, make you come over and over again. Fuck yo
u at will. Lose myself in you.

  He rose stiffly, the pain in his gut intensifying with each ragged breath. The rigid hard-on Vonna gave him waned. Mentally, his desire still raged but too much time had passed without taking his meds, which reeked havoc on his system. Before he took care of himself, he had to untie Vonna, fast, in case he passed out.

  “You’re not supposed to talk,” he rasped, stepping between her spread legs and gripping her shoulders. He needed her support, but he’d never ask for it.

  She blew out a long breath, concern furrowing her brow. “You look exhausted. I was afraid --”

  He kissed her. Not to shut her up but because he couldn’t resist. He meant to release her tethered hands while he coaxed her lips open, but his hands fell to her hips instead. As his tongue slipped between her lips, he leaned into her, his overheated body sizzling when it touched her hot skin. The rapid beating of her heart harmonized with his quick pulse.

  Oh, Vonna. My submissive beauty. My counterpart.

  How am I supposed to concentrate on my work now? I will think of nothing but you.

  He swept his hands over her warm ass while his tongue leisurely stroked the soft contours of her mouth. His conscience nudged him to stop, to release her, hurry back to his quarters, but he was too wrapped up in Vonna to listen. He wanted to sink into her moist heat and feel her tighten around him.

  A long soft moan traveled from her mouth to his. Her body tensed.

  It took him a moment to realize the butt plug had started through its cycle again. He lifted away from her mouth, intending to grab the remote and shut it off, but just then she tilted her head back and her eyelids drooped over passion-glazed eyes. His heart skipped a beat when her lips parted and her tongue brushed the edges of her upper lip.

  Despite the weariness in his bones, he couldn’t resist watching her come one more time. The hand he rested on her ass slowly glided around to the front, teasing open the dewy lips of her pussy. She pressed against his fingers, making little mewling sounds when his fingers slid deep inside her silky hot flesh.

  She was drenched.

  The buzz of the plug tickled his fingers. He could only imagine how rousing it felt to Vonna. When her breathing escalated into breathy gulps, he swept his thumb over her clit and smiled when a tremor of ecstasy rippled through her. Slick interior muscles hugged his fingers in short spurts. The gripping tension traveled up his arm and shot straight to his groin, causing his shaft to twitch with excitement. Sadly, he was too tired to follow through on his sensual urges.

  “Come for me, Vonna,” he said softly. “Soak my fingers.”

  The vibrator in her ass pulsated faster. She inhaled great gulps of air.

  “That’s it, my sweet.” He rubbed her clit harder, making it swell and peak beyond its pink hood.

  The telltale trembling of her thighs and the tight clamp of her inner muscles around his fingers let him know she was about to burst. As a final passionate torment, he gently raked his teeth over one taut nipple and then slowly bit down.

  The smoky haze in Vonna’s half-closed eyes revealed how much his beautiful submissive relished the pain he bestowed on her. As before, her reaction made him burn for her.

  Her back arched. She bucked against his hand in a frenzy of release. Harsh pants shot around the room but she didn’t speak. Part of him wanted her to scream his name, but she obeyed his order not to speak and that thrilled him more. Faster than he ever imagined, Vonna was falling under his spell.

  The butt plug continued to vibrate as she plunged down from her orgasmic high. She winced and wiggled in discomfort, looking at him with pleading eyes.

  Slowly, he disengaged his cream doused fingers. “Easy, sweetheart. Relax,” he said as he pulled the butt plug out a ring at a time. Aftershocks shook her body as each layer passed over her sphincter. When it finally cleared her pink hole, she hung her head, breathing fast and unsteadily.

  Manually, he shut off the vibration and kissed her shoulder. “Incredible.”

  With labored steps, he walked over to the medical cot, pulled out the top drawer, and dropped the plug into a shallow bowl filled with sanitizing solution, running his damp fingers through the bacteria-fighting gel at the same time. The moisture on his hand dried almost instantly. Lying down on the cot appealed mightily but he had no meds here and Vonna’s arms must be numb by now.

  Black rings edged in on his vision as he trudged back to her. No more fooling around. He had to get back to his quarters and take his medication. A click of a button on the pole and the rings around her wrists and ankles opened.

  “Go.” He leaned his forehead on the cool pole and closed his eyes. He’d never felt so worn out. As much as he wanted to cherish her now, he couldn’t afford the delay. He’d have to make it up to her later.

  “Yale --” Vonna set a shaky hand on his arm.

  “Go!” Simply looking at her drained his restraint, so he didn’t make eye contact. He’d taken care of her needs. Now, he needed to take care of himself.

  Taking her time, Vonna adjusted her top and retrieved her lab coat from the floor. “I’ll be in my quarters,” she said softly. “If you need me.”

  He waved a hand of dismissal, anxious for her to depart. The prospect of him making it back to his quarters on his own two feet slimmed by the second. As soon as she left, he’d take out the hover bench. He usually used it for more interesting pursuits but it would work well in getting him to his quarters quickly.

  Fading fast, he didn’t have the strength to look up when the panel door hissed open and closed.

  * * *

  Knees shaking, head held high, Vonna wrapped her arms around her waist and hurried toward her quarters. All she wanted to think about was a long steam shower. In reality, all she thought about was what a fool she’d been.

  Stupid, stupid, stupid!

  Why had she let Yale do that to her? Master. The word made her shiver with revulsion, and excitement.

  She’d let him beat her.

  Her body still hummed from the powerful orgasm. It was as if he’d reached his fist deep inside her and yanked out all her fears, her inhibitions, her secret desires, and left them dangling on the outside of her body where she couldn’t hide from them anymore. He forced her to submit to his dark desires and at the same time, face her true self. Damn him for making her bare her soul like that!

  Damn him for being right. He’d given her the most erotic sexual experience in her life.

  She halted mid-stride and covered her face.

  There were moments when she thought they’d connected. Mutual longing strung between them. Her desire reflected in his eyes. His energy became hers.

  She dropped her hands and slowly moved forward again. She’d given him the surrender he wanted, that she wanted, too. Yale was the lover she’d been waiting for her whole adult life.

  And he’d cast her aside.

  Tears welled in her eyes.

  How could she ever face him again?

  The door to the rec hall loomed directly in front of her. She couldn’t go through it. The others would take one look at her flushed skin and know where she’d been, what she’d done. Most would be shocked, she was sure. Would they treat her with disdain?

  She pressed her back against the hallway wall, tilted her head back and closed her eyes. A sob shuddered in her chest.

  It was time to leave this place. First, she’d make an effort to find Jake and Kelly. Yale had said the Earthlings’ arrival was big news. Hopefully, the other two members of her team were safe and could be easily located. Then she’d find a ride back to Earth where she’d mend her wounded pride, put this embarrassing episode behind her, and obtain a new assignment. She wasn’t the docile female Yale made her out to be. She was strong!

  She heard the rec hall door open and jerked away from the wall, standing tall, trying to look unaffected by Yale’s machinations. A lump jammed in her throat as Quade strolled toward her, preoccupied with something in his hand. In the background, she caught sight
of her friend, Jaki staring after Quade, mooning over him as usual. Great, the two people she didn’t want to see her.

  “Hey, Vonna! Have you seen Yale?” He stopped in front of her, looking down at a vial of pink fluid attached to a med injector. “We’ve got a new sample --” He looked up at her face and frowned deeply. “What’s wrong?”

  Her brave front wavered. Yale rejected me. She pulled herself together, angry at the whiner within. Get over it! “Nothing.” The single word came out in a croak.

  Quade pocketed the small vial. His gaze drifted down to the skin exposed by her lab coat’s V-neck. She looked down, too, and noted the slight welts. Her marks of passage. With a slight lift of her chin, she stared at Quade.

  A slight smile tugged at his lips and disappeared. “Did he fuck you?”

  What nerve he had asking a question like that! She glared at him. “That’s none of your business.”

  His nostrils flared and he looked her over impassively. “Making you come would’ve taken a lot out of him,” he said, apparently to himself. The excited relief in his eyes faded. Alarm mushroomed in the dark depths. He grabbed her upper arms. “Did. He. Fuck you?”

  “No!” She pushed him away.

  “Did he ejaculate in your mouth?”

  What the -- A fierce scowl pulled on her brows. “Stuff it, Quade.”

  “Answer the fucking question!”

  Vonna jumped. Quade never lost his temper. What was wrong with him? “No. If you must know, he was more interested in --”

  “Damn.” He looked down the empty hallway, concern etched between his brows. “Where is he?”

  Anger simmered to the surface. “Jerking off, I suppose.”

  “You left him there?” He gave her a reproachful glance. “He hasn’t taken a break for five hours.” He took a few long strides toward the bondage room.

  Now he had her worried. “He kicked me out,” she said quietly.

  “Damn!” Quade took off at a run.

  Without a heartbeat of hesitation, Vonna chased after him. Quade was not a man easily rattled, but the fear in his voice blasted away her self-pity, leaving a gaping hole in her heart.